Your own Crimson Rains

The rain pounds on my windowsill
Like your acts pound on my heart
Trickling down the glass
Down into my soul
Cold and unforgiving
Coming to wash away my dreams

Like the dream I have
For you
To be happy
To be healthy
That dream is being washed away
By your own crimson rains
That cut your heart and skin
Pouring down, with no escape
Holding you in, taking you away
From me

I wish that your red, red rain
Would go and leave your sky
And all there would be
Would be the past
And the scars to remind you

Soon, someday
I hope your rain
Is stripped of all the pain
And, instead of harming you
It will cleanse you
Like you have cleansed me

Your rain
Your own crimson rain
Has stormed upon you
And it intriques you
Leave the rain

Leave the rain

And come back
To me.

**Ok, this sucks! I'm not a freeformer, obviously... But hey, i tried. And all of that is true! To all you SI kids out there - I'm here for you!**